This weekend went by entirely too fast. I got home Fri. night from work with the playset I inherited from my sister and BIL still precariously perched on my truck and utility trailer. I had a lot of things planned that I needed the truck to do throughout the weekend. At first, I just tried to unload it. But getting it off the trailer was so much easier than putting it on that I got ambitious and tried to assemble it. Much to my surprise, it went back together in a matter of about an hour. Mrs and I even managed to wrestle it back vertical (I had to lay it on it's side to take the roof off and transport it). C loved it. She gleefully climbed up and down the ladder and "steered" it. The next thing I knew it was really dark and time to call it a night.

Saturday I went to karate. Work C teaches a class (an affiliate of the one I go to) a couple of towns away. He wanted me to come to his basic beginner classes so I could learn some of the subtle differences between Tae Kwon Do and this style. The class I went to on Tues is sort of a sink or swim class. I could do everything they were doing, but I don't know if I'm doing it correctly for this style. The instructor really didn't slow down much either. So I felt really lost. After Saturday I feel much better about it. I stuck around for the basic beginner and then a more advanced class. I didn't pass out, though I was pretty winded. After class I finished the putting the playset together for C.

I decided to spend Sunday recuperating. I took C to the pool. Cooked ribs (the real way, slow cooked all day). C really had a blast on the new play set. One of the slides doubles as a water slide with this "runnout extension". The way it was designed kinda sucks. There is a firehose that is supposed to either hit the water slide or you can shoot it at people. It's really hard to aim it at the slide and have it stay there. So we turned on a sprinkler to hit the slide. It worked well. REALLY well. C FLEW down the slide giggling the whole way.

After ribs I decided to run anyway. After last tuesday, I don't want to be embarassed at class again. I actually made it all the way around the loop in my neighborhood without having to rest. It doesn't sound like much. But considering, I felt pretty good about it. Hopefully when I go back to class tonight I will be much more prepared.

Yesterday, Mrs and C went to a circus. Leaving me to my own devices. So I called the friend to see if she had the day off and wanted to go for a ride. She did. So we rode. And rode. And rode. The weather was beautiful. Hardly any clouds crossed the skies. The day started off a nice balmy 80ish or so degrees. We rode for an hour or so... until our butts started to go numb. I pulled over to a little rest area on the side of a backwoods road. There wasn't much to it. Just a little pullout and a picnic table. A couple of dogs were hanging out just inside the tree line. As we approached the table, they came charging out at us. Calmly, I walked back to the bike, opened a saddle back, stuffed my pistol in the back of my pants, yelled the universal southern word for leave us alone (that would be GIT!!). The dogs took off. We sat at the table uneasily for a few minutes. Then we decided to ride on.

I had made a big 50 or so mile loop. We were heading back into town. I asked "Do you want to head back or keep going". "I have no where to be, let's keep going" she replied. The turn I wanted to take a) wasn't marked from the direction we were travelling and b) came up way faster than I anticipated. I flew right by it. I made a quick u-turn and went off even farther to the middle of nowhere. The day was still spectacular. A few times she made jokes about her boobs pressed against my back. She still hooked her fingers in my belt loops and rested her hands on my thighs ever so close to my loins. I thought to myself, THIS is exactly why guys have motorcycles. Especially big cruisers; to have a beautiful woman pressed up against you. Again, I have to say it was a little bit arousing. There were a few times, as the beauty of the scenery passed, my mind drifted to fantasies of her grip shifting slightly so that her hand rested/rubbed my cock through my jeans... then of turning down a dirt road, finding a secluded grassy spot (as opposed to the poison ivy choked picnic area by the side of a busy road)... of the sun shining on her naked breasts as she rode my cock... sigh...

I realized late in the day my arms were starting to burn. I could feel the heat radiate through the 60+ mph breeze. We stopped at a couple of more places to stretch our legs. Then I took her back to her car. All in all, it was a great day. Today I look like a racoon. My eyes are extremely white in contrast to my beet red face and arms. Mental note: Next time USE SOME FUCKING SUNSCREEN!!!

I'm not usually judgemental of other people's motives or desires. Usually, I say what ever floats your boat is fine by me. However, to whoever found this site with the following search:

"I felt her daughter's hand on my cock"

You are the lowest scum of the earth. I have no tolerance for anyone who gets their jollies preying on innocents. Even if you just want to read stories, the fact that it turns you on is without a doubt, the most vile and disgusting thing imaginable. This is the one and only perversion I will 100% say is wrong. I may not have the highest morals on the planet. Believe me, if you have read this site you could make plenty of arguments that I don't. I still feel confident in casting the first stone in this instance.

If you find my site by looking for anything having to do with child molestation, leave now. Don't come back.

Groooaaannn!! I am getting entirely too old for this shit!

My sister and her family are moving. They live(d) a little over an hour away from us. My brother-in-law is in the military. He is going to a post-graduate military school out in California for 2 years. Of course, they asked me to help them get stuff loaded up. Of course, I told them I'd be happy to. Of course, I'm paying dearly for it today. I went down Wed. night. My BIL woke me up at 6am to start work. I left their house at 9pm last night.

Actually, the military provides a moving company to do most of the work. My brother-in-law is the one who started me on my home theater obsession. He wasn't about to let movers pack up his equipment. So our job was to pack up his theater room. The movers could take everything else. Except, somehow, it turned into the movie room PLUS other items that they wanted to have in case they ended up in their new house before their stuff arrived. By the time we were finished, we packed a small U-Haul truck front to back, top to bottom. It should have only taken us a couple of hours. Instead, it took from 6am until about 7pm to get it packed. My BIL can't seem to focus on one job at a time for more than 30 seconds.

They gave us one of those huge wooden playsets. I actually helped him build it a couple of years ago. Somewhere in the late afternoon, I finally told them if I was going to take it, I had to get to work on tearing it down. Finally, as the sun was setting, we wrestled a partially dissasemled playset onto my utility trailer.

I got home after 10:30 and promptly passed out. Today, I can barely move. Oh well... it's all for family.... and a playset ;)

In other parts of pluff land, I took a friend of mine for a motorcycle ride. She is the incredibly hot woman I have hung out with a little bit lately. We rode for a couple of hours on a few country roads in our area. At times she would lean against me pressing her magnificent breasts against my back while resting her chin on my shoulder. She hooked her thumbs through my belt loops so that her hands rested on my hip/thigh to hang on. So far things have been platonic. And I'm totally cool with that. But I would be lying if I said it wasn't a little bit of a turn on. But she's going through a rough time right now. She needs a friend more than some creepy asshole trying to get in her pants. Not that I would ever say no if she ever asked "Does the phrase 'friends with benefits' mean anything to you?" What guy wouldn't? But we're just friends and I enjoy it like that. Unfortunately it looks like our schedules won't mesh for any rides in the near future. Maybe a late afternoon ride on a Friday or something... She gets off work early... hmmm...

Lastly in pluff land, it took almost 6 months to do it, but I finally started working on my new years resolution. I joined a karate class. As I mentioned somewhere in my archives, I took Tae Kwon Do for 8 years when I was in grade school through high school. I got my black belt when I was 14. However, that was 20 years ago. Let's just say I'm a little bit... lot of bit... shit let's call it what it is pathetic shape. My first night was a hoot and quite embarassing. I attended the "adults" class which is geared towards more advanced students. The head Sensei thought since I had experience it would be a good fit. I could handle the kicks and punches even though my heart was pounding. It was when they stepped it up to hardcore exercises where you did it with someone literally hanging on your back that my lack of exercise really reared it's head. I damned near passed out. Which REALLY pissed me off and embarassed me. So now I'm going full tilt to rectify that. The very next day I started running at lunch again. Though, I didn't get to work out yesterday because of the move. But it was a workout in and of itself. Well see if I do better in the next class.

It started off innocently enough. I was giving one of the waitresses from the bar where we shoot pool a ride. We were on a road from a couple of towns over. I don't know where I was taking her, but it wasn't long before either of hadn't a clue where we were. She said "Turn around, I think there's a road back the other way". After a mile of backtracking, a very small road appeared to the left. It was kind of a fork; a road coming into the one we were traveling at an angle. One not easily spotted going the way we came before. She said "Turn here". I angled the truck off of the main road onto what was becoming only a path.

The waitress has been at the bar for a couple of years. She is one of the few that has been around that long. Usually they come and go once every couple of months. But she has stuck it out. She also is by far the cutest. She is tiny. Maybe weighing in around 100 pounds. She has blonde hair and gorgeous big, blue eyes. A tiny button nose. Her breasts are a tiny bit on the small side. Nothing spectacular. But her ass more than makes up for it. She is a country girl from a town not far from my own hometown, about 15 or 20 miles. Call me wierd, but a little bit of a country accent kinda makes me feel at home. She has just enough of one to be a turn on for me.

Somehow, we stood in a house. We stood awkwardly for a moment. I said "Well, now you drug me out in the middle of nowhere... what're you gonna do with me?" Without a word, she walked to a bed (I have no idea where it came from) and peeled off her clothes. She climbed on the bed and back against a pile of pillows (don't know where THEY came from ether) spreading her legs. Her left leg was cocked in the air so she could drape her left arm over her knee. With her right hand, she began to rub her pussy. She didn't tease her lips or her clit. She rubbed it almost like a massage. She looked at me intently as she moved her hand in a circular motion. Her gaze was almost like a challenge. As if she said "So what are you gonna do now? Huh?" I took that as my cue. I unbuttoned my shirt as I walked to the bed. She crawled quickly to me and started unbuttoning my pants. I don't remember actually removing my clothes after that. Just that I stood beside the bed naked. She turned her body so that her head was to the left of me. She took my hands and pulled me onto the bed guiding my arms so that it was obvious I was to lay with my head to the right... i.e. 69. Her pussy was swollen and extremely wet. As if she were bursting to be fucked. I didn't waste any time with the usual foreplay. I sunk my tongue deep into her pussy tasting her juices. She took my cock deep in her mouth while gently squeezing my balls. I attacked her clit causing her to let out a moan that reverberated all the way to the base of my balls. After just a few minutes she pushed me away. In a flury of motion we fucked in several different positions. She turn away from me so I could fuck her from behind. Then she pushed me away, turned onto her back, and threw her legs over my shoulders. I watched as my cock disappeared into her cunt. After just a few seconds she pushed me onto my back. She threw one leg over me and lowered herself onto my cock finally grinding me deep inside her as she sat cowgirl. For a brief second I had this image of Jessica Alba doing her strip tease from Sin City and the waitress rode my cock. She threw her head back while grinding her hips slowly driving my cock deeper and deeper.

And again, I woke up... frustrated...

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"Britney Stumbles with Baby in Arms". Jesus people, do you not have anything better to do than to stalk her waiting for something to happen. I can't count the times I've tripped or bumped into something while I was carrying C. Hell, I've whacked her head on the door jamb of the car more times than I care to admit to. It's tough bending into a car with a baby in your arms. Mrs and I even dislocated her elbow playing the "swing" game (you know, where you walk hand in hand and let them swing from your arms). I hate to defend her. I mean, driving with a kid in your lap is obviously not the best parenting in the world. And I do love to see "perfect" people do dumb shit. But DAMN people. Shit happens! Hell, C managed to climb some stairs when she was barely able to crawl while I was in the bathroom. She sat up, lost her balance, and fell about 4 steps whacking her head on the floor. Am I a bad parent for taking a shit?!?! All you parents who have never had a kid fall down while you weren't looking, or bumped their heads on something raise your hands. I'm waiting... none yet? Thought so.

At one point, while sitting on the beach watching Mrs and C dig hole after hole in the sand, I had to go to the bathroom. I debated waltzing into the ocean and taking care of business there. However, the water is still pretty damned frigid, at least to this southern boy. I pictured major systems shutdown when my balls slammed northward while attempting to flee the icy horrors. Instead, I opted to take advantage of the resort's cabana. I waltzed into the mens room and, to my horror, a middle aged man stood at the urinal in a T-shirt. Period. He was naked from the waist down! The other stall was occupied. This is an entirely new men's room etiquette codundrum. I stood off to the side patiently waiting my turn to piss. I noticed the mans trunks were lying on a bench right next to where I stood. Which meant, as soon as he finished, he would have to walk by ME to get to his clothes. Finally, after waiting for what seemed an eternity, the man finished. He turned towards me to get his clothes. I shuffled quickly by him hoping to quickly face the wall and think happy thoughts. As we passed, I couldn't help but notice 2 things. First, in spite of the screaming in my head to look ANYWHERE else, like witnessing a car crash, I looked. And it was tiny. The second thing, even more horrific than the first, was that it was pointing UP. Yes ladies and gents, the man had a tiny little boner.

What.....


The......


Fuck!!!!!!

Why is it, that somewhere between your 30's and late 40's, people, especially men, seem to completely lose their grasp of "normal" behavior and act in ways that make everyone else uncomfortable as hell!! There are times when you expect to have an awkward moment. Locker rooms. Showers. The Dr's office for your physical. Men usually do what they have to do as quickly and discreetely as possible. In the locker room you change. If there is a need to spend time naked, you put on your damned underwear or shorts. In the showers, well... you just go about your business, shower, get out, and PUT YOUR CLOTHES on. Or at least underwear.. a towel... Shorts... SOMETHING!! In these circumstances it is normal to be naked. You minimize it. But it's expected. It is NOT expected that you walk into a regular bathroom and see some guy waltzing around with his pasty white ass hanging out AND A BONER!!!! There wasn't a great deal of room in this bathroom either. The door opened to a common area where there were vending machines etc. Usually, with changing rooms or locker rooms, there is a partition in front of the door providing a visual block from the outside in. As this was a bathroom and NOT a changing room, there wasn't a partition. So people had a straight shot of the bathroom. There were little privacy partitions around the urinal. But other than that, when the door opened, you pretty much were out in the open. So, not only was this guy prancing around naked with a tiny boner, it was open for all to see any time the bathroom door opened.

Ok, so the guy didn't plan ahead and needed to change. Fine. A) wait for the stall to be clear and change there B) if you are in that big of a hurry, CHANGE, don't prance... don't waltz around with your pecker flying free, don't take your fucking time! C) For GODS SAKE... CONTROL YOUR FUCKING BONER!!! You could put an eye out with that thing... well.... maybe not this guy. Maybe he could've poked some belly lint... well... maybe not even that.

Back from my long weekend. Let me just say, it's rare that I travel out of town for a "relaxing weekend" and actually relax. I'm not sure why, but being away from home, in a strange place, doing something I don't naturally do or enjoy doing, sets me on edge. Don't get me wrong, I usually have a good time. I'm just not ever in a, lounge somewhere and get so relaxed I don't care if I ever move again, state of mind. Usually I'm checking my watch and thinking of ways to amuse myself while waiting for an appropriate amount of time to pass to say "Ok... time to move on to something else". Especially when it involves the beach. I HATE the beach. I hate the sand. I hate the way the ocean make you feel... crusty. I hate people walking by me while I try to occupy MY space. I hate that you have a tiny little island on which you may occupy without feeling like someone dipped you in glue and stuck sandpaper all over you. I hate sunscreen. I hate sunburns... on and on... you get the idea.

This time was different. The weather was perfect. Not too warm. Not to cold. Not too windy. I would say conditions were ideal. There weren't that many people out. C and Mrs were content to dig many, many holes in the sand (we spent Thurs watching videos in the condo while C was still sick. She was completely fever free and recovered by Thurs night). I spent time lounging on the towel, reading a book, trying to disuade persistent sand fleas from exploring MY towel.

Friday afternoon, after a morning on the beach, C said she was tired and wanted to take a nap. Of course, Mrs and I would never argue. Friday was also our anniversary. After C went to bed, Mrs excused herself to get some of the sand off. I lounged on the couch reading a book. After 15 minutes or so, Mrs walked out of the bedroom. She was wearing a blue silk teddy that barely covered her ass. She walked to the couch and, with a grand fleurish, lifted her teddy to show me she wore a G string (this would make time number 3 since we've been married). As soon as she flashed her underbits it dawned on me, this was the lingere from our honeymoon.

She knelt between my legs and started nibbling on my neck, my chest, my nipples. She made her way to my lap. I was still wearing my swimsuit. It is made of this very light, soft, nylon. Her touch through the fabric felt as if she were rubbing a silk scarf against my skin. I let out a moan. Mrs ran her fingers along the waistband preparing to pull them down. Behind me, I heard a rustle on the carpet. I turned my head and saw...


My little daughter sneaking up on us. Damnit!!! I checked on that little shit to be sure she was asleep. The little rascal was FAKING it!! Convincingly I might add!! I'll have to come up with some new tactics to be sure when she's asleep.

Mrs quickly jumped off of the couch. I let the 2 of them put on their bathing suits and go to the pool. I, on the other hand, went back to my book to let things... settle down a bit.

Much MUCH later, we got back to business. Though, without the lingere... or the G-string...

Arghgh!!! C is still sick. Her fever has come and gone throughout the whole week so far. We're supposed to leave this afternoon to go to a beach house for our anniversary. I'm not sure if we'll be able to go now. We'll have to see what her Dr. says. This really bites.

Only 1 response to my poll.... hmmm....

Well... I'll chime in.. though I think I've divulged most of this at some point or another.

A) I used to masturbate daily. Then I got married. Then I got divorced. Then married again. Somewhere in there I lost the drive to masturbate so frequently. For me, frequency is inversely proportional to the amount of actual sex I'm having. Lately, I'd say once or twice a week.

B) The strangest place I have ever masturbated is on my boat about 200 yards away from a damn on a nearby lake. It was at night. I was fishing alone, bored, horny, and curious. Oddly enough, about the time I really got into it I got the only hit of the night. Sadly, I lost the fish and my boner.

C) I think about fucking... It depends on my mood, but sometimes it's a specific person. Sometimes it's more a... method... I.e. a woman bent over a chair in one of the offices late at night. At times, especially when I'm climbing the walls horny, I'm so close to cuming I really don't think about anything in particular.

Anyone else?

You know your kid is really sick when, instead of lounging on the couch and watching cartoons, they put themselves to bed.

Since noone has showed up asking for sugar... I'm going to try an informal poll. Respond via e-mail or comments... whatever floats your boat.

Ladies, how often do you masturbate?
What's the most unusual place you have ever masturbated?
What do you think about when you masturbate?

Home with sick child today. Evidently there is something highly contagious going around at her school. It starts with a fever, which is what she has. Damnit!

Oh well, things could be worse. This is coming on the heels of a rainy lazy Sunday. Mrs and I have plans to go away for the weekend for our Anniversary. So with C's illness, a short week just got shorter. Now... if only a partially clad housewife in need of a cup of sugar would appear at the door... my day would be complete. Any takers? No? eh... figures.

All in all I had a smashing weekend. I don't know what has gotten into Mrs. But my last post was the start of something good. I think Mrs and I have had more sex in the last 3 days than we have had in the last three months. Nothing spectacular to write about. Just surprising in a good way.

I participated in one of my redneck sports Saturday. The competition Saturday apparently came on the heels of a regional competition. Turnout was unusually low. However, the people who did come out are the "dedicated" few. I haven't seen official scores yet, but I expect to be at the bottom. I did ok in the beginning. But at the end, I completely lost my mind. I had a HUGE mental error that cost me a lot of points. My goal was to end up in the middle of the pack. But considering my fuck-up and the caliber of the competition, I expect to be close to, if not in, last place. The only good thing to come out of my fuck up is, it was a "classifier". Something used to help determine a handicap. If you're going to fuck up, do it on a classifier.

I paced from room to room bored. Nothing on TV. Didn't feel like playing anything on my Xbox. One of the times I paced through the living room I noticed she was already wearing her nightgown. It's this ratted out old cotton thing that barely is long enough to cover her ass. She was in her usual position, laying down under a blanket on the couch watching some horrible reality show. I walked to the end where her feet were, lifted up the blanket, and crawled under. She didn't have any panties on. At first I just rested my head on her thigh and watched TV. But I quickly bored of the 'drama' on the show. I started kissing the inside of her thigh. She didn't move. I moved on to letting my tongue trace the insides of her thigh to just outside her pussy (vulva for those wanting to know specifics.. somehow that sounds so... clinical). Without ever touching her lips, I traced completely around her pussy. I glanced up and noticed she had closed her eyes. I continued. 5 minutes. 10 minutes. Finally, I let my tongue drift to her slit. At first, I just probed with my tongue, slowly running it up and down the length. Every few seconds I would suck her outer lips. After about 10 minutes or so of playing I stopped to watch whatever new drama was happening on the show resting my head back on her thigh. Within a few minutes I got bored again and started playing some more. Again, slow, deliberate, teasing, sucking. I felt her hand brush against the side of my face and move to the back of my head. She spread her legs allowing me complete access to her, now gushing, pussy. I stopped to watch the commercials for the next show resting my head on her thigh. When the boring show came back on, I went back to playing. This time I let my tongue sink deep inside her covering my face with her juice. Her legs started to quiver. I glanced up to see that she had pulled her nightgown up exposing her tits. She was playing with one of her nipples. I moved my tongue faster, darting deep inside her then quickly flicking her clit. Her legs went from quiver to shake. I focused on her clit. She pushed her hips against my mouth crushing my tongue against it. She held her breath. I could tell she right on the verge of cumming. I turned my head and watched a little bit more of the show. She writhed underneath me trying to get any part of me back on her pussy. I continued to watch the show. After a few seconds she stopped quivering. I turned my head back and let my tongue sit on her clit. Her legs immediately began to shake. I just held my tongue still. She moved her hips to grind herself against it. Again, I heard her hold her breath. I sucked her clit letting my tongue slide it's length. She whimpered. I started fucking her with my tongue. Deep in her pussy, then to her clit. I could feel her juice running down my face. I could feel her hands clench at her side as she was about to cum. Again, I stopped and watched the action on TV. I heard her let the air out of her lungs explosively in frustration. I didn't make her wait as long this time. After only a few moments I returned to her pussy. The second my tongue touched her, she shoved her hips upward to meet my mouth. Her hands went to the back of my head shoving my face into her pussy. It was just a few seconds before I felt her body shaking as her orgasm approached. I turned my head again (I know I'm a bastard). She continued to shake as if she was going to cum with or without me at this point. Frustrated, she reached down to my shoulders grabbing as much of my shirt as she could get in her hands and tried to rip it over my head. As soon as she realized this was physiologically impossible she shoved me off the couch and attacked my belt. I barely was able to get my pants down enough to free my cock when she shoved me back and threw herself on top. She was so wet and slippery she actually had a hard time getting my cock to stay inside. She thrust herself up and down. Again, between her wetness, the angle she was attacking me, and her complete disregard for anything other than having her pussy filled I popped out. She whimpered in frustration. Finally, I grabbed her shoulders and threw her off of me so I could slow her down and fuck her more properly. I pinned her below me holding her hands above her head. She wrapped her legs around me driving her heels hard into my ass forcing me to shove my cock deep in her pussy. She gasped as she squeezed her legs tighter. I let go of her arms. She grabbed my ass and moved my hips for me. In and out as fast as she could urge me on. Finally, she threw her arms around me and bit down on my shoulder as she came (I still have the mark). It felt as if I had not cum in years. I came and came until I felt like I there was a gallon of cum spilling everywhere.

You know you have had a good fuck when you stagger as you stand up.

Even though I haven't been tagged (no one ever tags me...), I dont' really have anything interesting to talk about so here goes:

25 Things About Me Sexually

1. They say men think about sex something like once every 6 seconds. I'd say it's true.

2. I didn't lose my virginity until I was in college (my SOPHMORE year)

3. I had a girl in high school ready to fuck me on one condition, I get the condoms. I chickened out on the condoms (actually, I didn't know where to look and was too chicken to ask a clerk). As result we fooled around for a couple of hours instead.

4. It was the first time I had ever touched a pussy. It took me a while to figure out that pussy <> the hairy part. Unfortunately, I figured this out AFTER I had attempted to eat her out.

5. A buddy of mine told me about masturbation when I was about 13. I didn't try it until I was 14. It sounded too "perverted" to me at the time.

6. The first time I masturbated I thought I pissed myself. I tried again to see. I did it a third time to check the results from the first 2 times.

7. The first time I had sex was with my girlfriend from high school (not the one from number 3 or 4). I was worried she would think I was "kinky" so I bought unlubricated condoms.

8. I once had sex in a closet in my girlfriend's dorm room with her friends listening outside. We went in the closet as a joke. Once inside, we decided "what the hell?"

9. There was a day in college where I had sex with three different girls in the same day.

10. My sex life is pretty plain (the closet was probably the kinkiest thing I've done).

11. I have a fear of a partner yelling "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" so I don't try things new. I'm open to suggestions at all times. Sadly, my partners have been pretty vanilla too.

12. Most of my fantasies involve someone other than my wife.

13. There was a time when I masturbated daily (even in college when I shared a room). Now I have a hard time getting myself off. I have to have the right combination of stimulus and a period of abstinance from any sexual activity (at one time we're talking at least a month). I masturbate more frequently now because Mrs and I have sex less and less.

14. I can't say I'm an ass or tit man. It's all about attitude for me.

15. My favorite thing to do is eat pussy.

16. I could never bring myself to intentionally hurt a partner. I would SUCK at BDSM. If I think I've hurt someone, I actually have a physical reaction. The hair on my neck stands up (not in a good way) and my face gets flush.

17. I have no interest in being with a man... at all... not even to do a MMF threesome. I have respect for gay or bi-men. But it is a complete turn off for me.

18. I WOULD however, gladly watch and or participate with two women (what guy wouldn't.. almost goes without saying).

19. Hearing a woman cum gets me rock hard. In person, recording, video. Porn does nothing for me without sound. And it has to be real. I hate fake porn orgasms.

20. As result, I would love to watch a woman masturbate.

21. I have a fascination with toys. Sadly, Mrs doesn't.

22. At one time I would seethe at the thought of my wife with another man. Now, under the right circumstances, it is a tiny bit of a turn on.

23. I have had very erotic dreams about other bloggers (even though I have never had any other contact other than an occasional comment).

24. After years of sneaking around with my girlfriend in high school as well as years of masturbating as quietly as possible, I find it extremely uncomfortable to make any noise during sex. Well... that and my own noise interferes with hearing my partner cum.

25. When I make a woman cum, I have an uncontrollable urge to chuckle. I find it amusing in a joyful kind of way that I have the power to make a woman completely lose her shit.

Well my weekend blew. Well... maybe not totally. But I'm glad it's over. Mrs and I had a huge fight Saturday that lasted all day and part of the night. Nothing good came from the entire day.

Then yesterday we went to see my Sister. She lives about an hour and a half from us. My Brother in Law is in the military and they are about to move to the other coast for 2 years. I don't know when we will get to see them again. C is very attached to her cousins. They have 1 older and 1 younger than C. When we left C cried for a long time. The day was ok. I spent most of it listening to my BIL go on and on about performance cars and mods. He goes through these phases where he wants something cool... then he will obsess over it ad nauseum until he finally gets it. But it usually takes him more than a year.. sometimes even 2 before he gets it. First it was home theater. It took him 9 months to save up money and decide on what TV he wanted. Then another 6 months for the receiver etc. etc. He has a bad-assed system. There is no doubt about that. He spent over $4k just on the receiver. Then he went on to finishing a huge attic space they have into a room for the theater. That was another year or two of obsessing. Now it's cars. We're not talking your average run of the mill sports car either. We're talking Infinitys from high end custom shops. But 350 horsepower isn't enough. So we're onto others. But you can max these out at only 450. So this car can get up to 750 if you replace the pistons, rods, and crank with XX product with YY supercharger on and on. Which is fine. There was a time where I would spend hours talking with him. But I'm over it. I'm onto other obsessions which we NEVER talk about. And it's fine by me because I'm not one to obsess with others anyway. The bad part was, I kept trying to steer him back to the kids. It's going to be the last time I see my sister for at least 2 years... it's the last time I see her girls for 2+ years. I didn't want to spend the whole day listening to him go on and on about cars. So I would listen to him for a 1/2 hour. Then go back to hang with the kids. Then eventually he would bring up cars and say "Come on let me show you X " and we would go back to the office and he would start pulling up 20 more sites. Then repeat. I hate to say it, but it's probably the first time I was actually ready to get the hell out of there. I didn't want to face leaving them and I knew C was going to cry. And I didn't want to sit there and listen to him go on and on about cars. So I got myself and my family all braced to go. Then as we are leaving he asked me if I could come back one day next month as they are packing and help him load some of his A/V stuff (they are letting the military move some stuff and they are moving stuff they don't trust the military with themselves). He had to have surgery on his shoulder right before Christmas and still isn't 100% so he needs help with some of the bulkier things like... his speakers etc. SO... I have to get myself geared up to go back.

Anyway, in spite of the obsessing, it was a decent day. The kids got to spend time playing together. We all got another chance to hang out. When you mix the good with the bad it was an ok day overall.